Lu Xing held the phone and said, "If it were me, I'd release this news tomorrow."
"This was my mistake. I accidentally had someone release it early. So, you have to help me."
Lu Xing frowned. "And how exactly do you expect me to help you?"
Mo Wenwan grew more flustered the more anxious she became.
She wasn't afraid of Lu Qing, nor of Qin Miaomiao confronting her directly. What worried her was that certain revelations could attract too much attention. Nowadays, netizens were incredibly resourceful, capable of using advanced technology to uncover the masterminds behind events. She didn't want to be found; staying behind the scenes was what she had always pursued.
"This absolutely cannot lead to them finding me so easily."
"And why should I help you?"
Mo Wenwan spoke in an icy, composed tone, "Because of this."
